I find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behind the smile ain´t okay

Around and over and in-between the seas

I need to be on top of a mountain
Where I can see everything
Cause this paranoia´s getting old

Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I´m in a pile of puke
Empty bag of excuses
My love for friends and family
you know I need them

And under a sun that´s seen it all before
My feet are so cold
And I can´t believe that I have to bang my head against this wall again
But the blows they have just a little more space in-between them
Gonna take a breath and try and try again.